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'Ttobert Tenks! A steward!"
"Yes. That forms some part of the
promised explanation."
Iris rapidly gathered the drift of her
lover's wishes.
"Come, father," she cried merrily.
"I am aching to see what the ship's
stores, which you and Robert pin your
faith to, can do for me in the shape of
garments. I have the utmost belief in
the British navy, and even a skeptic
should be convinced of its infallibility
if H. M. S. Orient is able to provide a
ladj's outfit."
Sir Arthur Deane gladly availed him
self of the proffered compromise. He
assisted Ins into the boat, though that
acthe young person was far better
able to support him, and a word to the
officer in command sent the gig flying
back to the ship. Anstruther during a
momentary delay made a small lequest
on his own account. Lieutenant Play
don, nearly as big a man as Robert,
dispatched a note to his servant, and
the gig speedily returned with a com
plete assortment of clothing and linen.
The man also brought a dressing case,
with the result that a dip in the bath
and ten minutes in the hands of an ex
pert valet made Anstruther a new man.
Acting under his advice, the bodies
of the dead were thrown into the la
goon, the wounded were collected in
the hut. to be attended to by the ship's
surgeon, and the prisoners were parad
ed in front of Mir Jan, who identified
every man and found by counting
heads that none was missing.
Robert did not forget to write out a
formal notice and fasten it to the rock.
This proceeding further mystified the
officers of the Orient, who had gradual
ly formed a connected idea of the great
fight made by the shipwrecked pair,
though Anstruther squirmed inwardly
when he thought of the manner in
which Iris would picture the scene.
As it was, he had the first innings, and
he did not fail to use the opportunity.
In the few terse words which the mili
tant Briton best understands he de
scribed the girl's fortitude, her unflag
ging cheerfulness, her uncomplaining
readiness, to do and dare.
When he ended, the first lieutenant,
who commanded the boats sent in pur
suit of the flying Dyaksthe Orient
sank both sampans as soon as they
were launchedsummed up the gener
al verdict:
"You do not neeJ our admiration.
Captain Anstruther. Each man of us
envies you from the bottom of his
soul"
"Theie is an error about my rank,"
he said. "I did once hold a commission
in the Indian army, but I was court
martialed and cashiered in Hongkong
six months ago I was unjustly con
victed on a grave charge, and I hope
some day to clear myself. Meanwhile
I am a mere civilian. It was only
Miss Deane's generous sympathy
which led her to mention my former
rank, Mr. Playdon."
Had another of the Orient's twelve
pounder shells suddenly burst in the
midst of the group of officers it would
have created less dismay than this un
expected avowal. Court martialed!
Cashiered! None but a service man
can grasp the awful significance of
those words to the commissioned ranks
of the army and navy.
Anstiuther well knew what he was
doing. Somehow he found nothing hard
in the performance of these penances
now. Of couise the ugly truth must
be revealed the moment Lord Ventnor
heard his na'pe It was not fair to the
good fellows crowding around him and
offering e\eiy attention that the frank
hospitality ot the British sailor could
suggest to perm't them to adopt the
tone of friendly equality which rigid
discipline if nothing else would not al
low them to maintain
The first lieutenant by reason of his
rank was compelled to say something.
"That is a devilish bad job, Mr. An
struther," he blurted out.
"Well, you know I had to tell you."
He smiled unaffectedly at the won
dering circle He, too, was an officer
and appreciated their sentiments. They
were unfeignedly sorry tor him, a man
BO brave and modest, such a splendid
type of the soldier and gentleman, yet
by their common law an outcast. Nor
could they wholly understand his de
meanor. There was a noble dignity in
his candor, a conscious innocence that
disdained to shield itself under a par
tial truth
The first lieutenant again phrased
the thoughts of his juniors.
"I and every other man in the ship
cannot help but sympathize with you.
But whatever may be your recordif
you were an escaped convict, Mr. An
strutherno one could withhold from
you the praise deserved for your mag
nificent stand against overwhelming
odds. Our duty is plain. We will bring
you to Singapore, where the others will
no doubt wish to go immediately. I
will tell the captain what you have been
good enough to acquaint us with. Mean
while we will give you every assistance
anderattention our power."
A murmur of approbation ran
through the little circle. Robert's face
paled somewhat. What first rate chaps
they were, to be sure!
"I can only thank you," he said un
steadily. "Your kindness is more try
ing than adversity."
A rustle of silk, the intrusion into the
SfeWings the
Morning
By LOUIS
TRACY
Copyright. 1903. by
Edward J. Clode
intent knot of men of a young lady in
a Paris gown, a Paris hat, carrying a
Trouville parasol and most exquisitely
gloved and booted, made every one
gasp.
"Oh, Robert, dear, how could you? I
actually didn't know you!"
Thus Iris, bewitchingly attired, was
gazing now with provoking admiration
at Robert, who certainly offered almost
as great a contrast to his former state
as did the giri herself. He returned
her look with interest.
"Would any man believe," he laugh
ed, "that clothes would do so much for
a woman?"
"What a left handed compliment!
put come, dearest. Captain Fitzroy
and Lord Ventnor have come ashore
with father and me. They want us to
show them everything! You will ex
cuse him, won't you?" she added, with
a seraphic smile to the others.
They walked off together.
"Jimmy!" gasped a fat midshipman
to a lanky youth. "She's got on your
togs!"
Meaning that Iris had ransacked the
Orient's theatrical wardrobe and pounc
ed on the swell outfit of the principal
female impersonator in the ship's com
pany.
EORDCHAPTEaRasemblancnoeffool.
XVI.
VENTNOR was
While Iris was transforming
herself from semisavag con
dition into an
ultra chic Pansienne, Sir Arthur
Deane told the earl something of the
state of affairs on the island.
His lordship, a handsome, saturnine
man, cool, insolently polite, counseled
patience, toleration, even silent recog
nition of Anstruther's undoubted
claims for services rendered.
"She is an enthusiastic, high spirited
girl," he urged upon his surprised hear
er, who expected a very different ex
pression of opinion. "This fellow An
struther is a plausible sort of rascal, a
good man in a tight place, toojust the
sort of fire eating blackguard who
would fill the heroic bill where a fight
is concerned. Hang him, he licked me
twice!"
Further amazement for the shipown
er.
"Yes, it's quite true. I interfered
with his little games, and he gave me
the usual reward of the devil's apothe
cary. Leave Iris alone. At present
she is strung up to an intense pitch of
gratitude, having barely escaped a ter
rible fate. Let her come back to the
normal. Anstruther's shady record
must gradually leak out. That will dis
gust her He is hard upcut off by his
people and that sort of thing. There
you probably have the measure of his
scheming. He knows quite well that
he can never marry your daughter. It
is all a matter of price."
Sir Arthur willingly allowed himself
to be persuaded. At the back of his
head there was an uneasy conscious
ness that it was not "all a matter of
price." If it were he would never
trust a man's face again. But Vent
nor's well balanced arguments swayed
him. The course indicated was the
only decent one. It was humanly im
possible for a man to chide his daugh
ter and flout her rescuer within an hour
of finding them.
Lord Ventnor played his cards with
a deeper design. He bowed to the in
evitable. Ins said she loved his rival.
Very well. To attempt to dissuade
her was to throw her more closely into
that rival's arms. The right course
was to appear resigned, saddened, com
pelled against his will to reveal the
distressing truth. Further, he counted
on Anstruther's quick temper as an
active agent. Such a man would be
the first to rebel against an assumption
of pitying tolerance. He would bring
bitter charges of conspiracy, of un
believable compact to secure his ruin.
All this must recoil on his own head
when the facts were laid bare. Not
even the hero of the island could pre
vail against the terrible indictment of
the court martial. Finally, at Singa
pore, three days distant, Colonel Cos
tobell and his wife were staying. Lord
Ventnor, alone of those on board, knew
this. Indeed, he accompanied Sir Ar
thur Deane largely in order to break
off a somewhat trying entanglement.
He smiled complacently as he thought
of the effect on Iris of Mrs. Costobell's
indignant remonstrances when the bar
onet asked that injured lady to tell the
girl all that had happened at Hong
kong.
However, Lord Ventnor was most
profoundly annoyed, and he cursed
Anstruther from the depths of his
heart. But he could see a way out
He came ashore with Iris and her
father. The captain of the Orient also
joined' the party. The three men
watched Robert and the girl walking
toward them from the group of offi
cers.
"Anstruther is a smart looking fel-
low," commented Captain Fitzroy.
"Who is he?"
Truth to tell, the gallant commander
of the Orient was secretly amazed by
the metamorphosis effected in Robert's
appearance since he scrutinized him
through his glasses.
Poor Sir Arthur said not a word, but
his lordship was quite at ease.
"From his name and from what
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Deane tells me I believe he i1s an ex
officer of the Indian army." J'1
"Ah! He has left the service?"
"Yes. I met him last in Hongkong/'
"Then you know him?"
"Quite well, if he is the man I im
agine."
"That is w\tly very nice of Ventnor,"
thought the shipowner. "The last thing
I should credit him with would be a
forgiving disposition."
Meanwhile Anstruther was reading
Iris a little lecture. "Sweet one," he
explained to her, "do not allude to me
by my former rank. I am not entitled
to it. Some day, please God, it will be
restored to me. At present I am a
plain civilian, and, by the way, iris,
during the next few days say nothing
about our mine."
"Oh, why not?"
"Just a personal whim. It will please
me."
"If it pleases you, Robert, I am satis-
fied."
He pressed her arm by way of an
swer. They were toajiear to the wait
ing trio for other comment.
"Captain Fitzroy," cried Iris, "let me
introduce Mr. Anstruther to you. Lord
Ventnor, you have met Mr. Anstruther
before."
The sailor shook hands. Lord Vent
nor smiled affably.
"Your enforced residence on the is
land seems to have agreed with you,"
he said.
"Admirably. Life here had its draw
backs, but we fought our enemies in
the open. Didn't we, Iris?"
"Yes, dear. The poor Dyaks were
not sufficiently modernized to attack us
with false testimony."
His lordship's sallow face wrinkled
somewhat. So Iris knew of the court
martial, nor was she afraid to pro
claim to all the world that this man
was her lover. As for Captain Fitz
roy, his bushy eyebrows disappeared
into his peaked cap when he heard the
manner of their speech.
Nevertheless Ventnor smiled again.
"Even the Dyaks respected Miss
Deane," he said.
But Anstruther, sorry for the mani
fest uneasiness of the shipowner, re
pressed the retort on his lips and
forthwith suggested that they should
walk to the north beach in the first
instance, that being the scene of the
wreck.
During the next hour he became audi
tor rather than narrator. It was Iris
who told of his wild fight against wind
and waves Iris who showed them
where he fought with the devilfish
Iris who expatiated on the long days
of ceaseless toil, his dauntless cour
age in the face of every difficulty, the
way in which he rescued her from the
clutch of the savages, the skill of his
preparations against the anticipated
attack and the last great achievement
of all, when time after time he foiled
the Dyaks' best laid plans and flung
them off, crippled and disheartened,
during the many phases of the thirty
hours' battle.
There were tears in her eyes when
she ended, but they were tears of
thankful happiness, and Lord Ventnor,
a silent listener who missed neither
word nor look, felt a deeper chill in his
cold heart as he realized that this wo
man's love could never be his. The
knowledge excited his passion the
more. His hatred of Anstruther now
became a mania, an insensate resolve
to mortally stab this meddler who al
ways stood in his path.
Robert hoped that his present ordeal
was over. It had only begun. He was
called on to answer questions without
number. Why had the tunnel been
made? What was the mystery of the
valley of death? How did he manage
to guess the dimensions of the sundial
How came he to acquire such an amaz
ing stock of out of the way knowledge
of the edible properties of roots and
trees? How? Why? Where? When?
They never would be satisfied, for not
even the British navy, poking its nose
into the recesses of the world, often
comes across such an amazing story
as the ad\entures of this couple on
Rainbow island.
He readily explained the creation of
quarry and cave by telling them of the
vein of antimony imbedded in the rock
near the ault Antimony Is one of the
substances that covers a multitude of
doubts. No one, not excepting the doc
tors who use it, knows much about it,
and in Chinese medicine it might be a
chief factor of exceeding nastiness.
Inside the cavern the existence of
the partially completed shaft to the
ledge accounted for recent disturb
ances on the face of the rock, and new
comers could not, of course, distinguish
the bones of poor "J. S." as being the
remains of a European.
Anstruther was satisfied that none of
them hazarded the remotest guess as
to the value of the gaunt rock they
were staring at, and chance helped him
to baffle further inquiry.
A trumpeter on board the Orient was
blowing his lungs out to summon them
to luncheon when Captain Fitzroy put
a final query.
"I can quite understand," he said to
Robert, "that you have an affection for
this weird place, but I am curious to
know why you lay claim to the island.
You can hardly intend to return here."
He pointed to Robert's placard stuck
on the rock.
Anstruther paused before he an
swered. He felt that Lord Ventnor's
dark eyes were fixed on him. Every
body wa,s more or less desirous to have
this point cleared up. He looked the
questioner squarely in the face.
"In some parts of the world," he said,
"there are sunken reefs, unknown, un
charted, on which many a vessel has
been lost without any contributory
fault on the part of her officers."
"Undoubtedly." "Well, Captain Fitzroy, when I was
stationed with my regiment in Hong
kong I encountered such a reef and
wrecked my life on it. At least that
is how it seemed to me then. Fortune
threw me ashore here after a long and
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bitter submergence. You can hardly
blame me if I cling to the tiny speck
of land that gave me salvation."
"No," admitted the sailor. He knew
there was something more the al
legory than the text revealed, but it
was no business ot his
"Moreover," continued Robert smil
ingly, "you see I have a partner."
"There cannot be the slightest doubt
about the partner," was the prompt re
ply.
Then every one laughed, Iris more
than any, though Sir Arthur Deane's
gayety was forced, and Lord Ventnor
could taste the acidity of his own smile.
Later in the day the first lieutenant
told his chief of Anstruther's voluntary
statement concerning the court martial.
Captain Fitzroy was naturally pained
by this unpleasant revelation, but he
took exactly the same view as that ex
pressed by the first lieutenant in Rob
ert's presence
Nevertheless he pondered the matter
and seized an early opportunity of men
tioning it to Lord Ventnor That dis
tinguished nobleman was vastly sur
prised to learn how Anstruther had cut
the ground from beneath his feet.
"Yes," he said, in reply to the sailor's
request for information, "I know all
about it It could not well be other
wise, seeing that next to Mrs. Costobell
I was the principal witness against
him."
"That must have been awkward for
you," was the unexpected comment.
"Indeed! Why?"
"Because rumor linked your name
with that of the lady in a somewhat
outspoken way."
"You astonish me. Anstruther cer
tainly made some stupid allegations
during the trial, but I had no idea he
was able to spread this malicious re
port subsequently."
"I am not talking of Hongkong, my
lord, but of Singapore, months later."
Captain Fitzroy's tone was exceed
ing dry. Indeed, some people might
deem it offensive.
His lordship permitted himself the
rare luxury of an angry scowl.
"Rumor is a lying jade at the best,"
he said curtly. "You must remember,
Captain Fitzroy, that I have uttered
no word of scandal about Mr. An
struther, and any doubts concerning
his conduct can be set at rest by pe
rusing the records of his case in the
adjutant general's office at Hong
kong
"Hum!" said the sailor, turning on
his heei to enter the chart room.
The girl and her father went back to
the island with Robert. After taking
thought the latter decided to ask Mir
Jan to remain in possession until hp
returned There was not much risk
of another Dyak invasion. The fate of
Taung S'Ali's expedition would not en
courage a fresh set of marauders, and
the Mohammedan would be well armed
to meet unforeseen contingencies, while
on his (Anstruther's) representations
the Orient would land an abundance
of stores In any event it was better
for the rfative to live in freedom on
Rainbow island than to be handed
over to the authorities as aii escaped
convict, which must be his immediate
fate no matter what magnanimous
view the government of India might
afterward take of his services.
Mir Jan's answer was emphatic. He
took off his turban and placed it on
Anstruther's fret.
"Sahib," he said, "I am your dog.
If some day I am found worthy to be
your faithful servant, then shall I
know that Allah has pardoned my
transgressions."
In spite of himself Sir Arthur Deane
could not help liking Anstruther. The
He looked the questioner squarely in the
face
man was magnetic, a hero, an ideal
gentleman. No wonder his daughter
was infatuated with him. Yet the fu
ture was dark and storm tossed, full of
sinister threats and complications. Iris
did not know the wretched circum
stances which had come to pass since
they parted and which had changed
the whole aspect of his life. How
could he tell her? Why should it be his
miserable lot to snatch the cup of hap
piness from her lips? In that moment
of silent agony he wished he were
dead, for death alone could remove the
burden laid on him. Well, surely he,
might bask in the sunshine of her
laughter for another day. No need toj
embitter her joyous heart until he was'
driven to it by dire necessity.
So he resolutely brushed aside the
woebegone phantom of care and en-\
tered into the abandon of the hour,
with a zest that delighted her. The,
dear girl imagined that Robert, her
Robert, had made another speedy con
quest, and Anstruther himself was
much elated by the sudden change in
Sir Arthur Deane's demeanor.
They behaved like school children on
a picnic. They roared over Iris' trou
bles in the matter of divided skirts, too
much divided to be at all pleasant. The
shipowner tasted some of her sago
bread and vowed it was excellent.
They unearthed two bottles of cham
pagne, the last of the case, and prom
ised each other a hearty toast at din
ner. Nothing would content Iris but
that they should draw a farewell buck
etful of water from the well and
drench the pitcher plant with a torren
tial showei
Robert carefully secured the pocket
books, money and other effects found
on their dead companions. The baro
net, of course, knew all the principal
officers of the Sirdar. He surveyed
these mournful relics with sorrowful
inteiest.
"The Sirdar was the crack ship of
my fleet and Captain Ross my most
trusted commander," he said. "You
may well imagine, Mr. Anstruther,
what a cruel blow it was to lose such a
vessel, with all these people on board
and my only daughter among them. I
wonder now that it did not kill me."
"She was a splendid sea boat, sir.
Although disabled, she fought gallant
ly against the typhoon. Nothing short
of a reef would break her up."
"Ah, well," sighed the shipowner,
"the few timbers you have shown me
here are the remaining assets out of
300,000."
"Was she not insured?" inquired
Robert.
"Nothat is, I have recently adopted
a scheme of mutual self insurance, and
the loss falls pro rata on my other ves-
sels."
The baronet glanced covertly at Iris.
The words conveyed little meaning to
her. Indeed, she broke in with a
laugh:
"I am afraid I have heard you say,
father dear, that some ships in the
fleet paid you best when they ran
ashore."
"Yes, Iris. That often happened in
the old days. It is different now.
Moreover, I have not told you the ex
tent of my calamities. The Sirdar was
lost on March 18, though I did not
know it for certain until this morning.
But on March 25 the Bahadur was
sunk in the Mersey during a fog, and
three days later the Jemadar turned
turtle on the James and Mary shoal in
the Hooghly. Happily there were no
lives lost in either of these cases."
Iris was appalled by this list of casu
alties, yet she gave no thought to the
serious financial effect of such a string
of catastrophes. Robert, of course, ap
preciated this side of the business, espe
cially in view of the shipowner's re
mark about the insurance. But Sir
Arthur Deane's stiff upper lip deceived
him. He failed to realize that the fa
ther was acting a part for his daugh
ter's sake
Oddly enough, the baronet did not
seek to discuss with them the legal
looking document affixed near the cave.
It claimed all rights in the island in
their joint names, and this was a topic
he wished to avoid. For the time,
therefore, the younger man had no op
portunity of taking him into his con
fidence, and Iris held faithfully to her
promise of silence.
The girl's ragged raiment, sou'wester
and strong boots were already packed
away on board. She now rescued the
Bible, the battered tin cup, her re
volver and the rifle which had "scared"
the Dyaks when they nearly caught
Anstruther and Mir Jan napping. Rob
ert also gathered for her an assort
ment of Dyak hats, belts and arms, in
cluding Taung S'Ali's parang and a
sumpitan. These were her trophies,
the spoils of the campaign.
His concluding act was to pack two
of the empty oil tins with all the val
uable lumps of auriferous quartz he
could find where he shot the rubbish
from the cave beneath the trees. On
top of these he placed some antimony
ore, and Mir Jan, wondering why the
sahib wanted the stuff, carried the con
signment to the waiting boat. Lieuten
ant Playdon, in command of the last
party of sailors to quit the island, evi
dently expected Mir Jan to accompany
them, but Anstruther explained that
the man would await his return some
time in June or July.
Sir Arthur Deane found himself spec
ulating on the cause of this extraor
dinary resolve, but, steadfast to his
policy of avoiding controversial mat
ters, said nothing. A few words to
the captain procured enough stores to
keep the Mohammedan for six
months at least, and while these were
being landed the question was raised
how best to dispose of the Dyaks.
The commander wished to consult the
convenience of his guests.
"If we go a little out of our way and
land them in Borneo," he said, "they
will be hanged without troubling you
further. If I take them to Singapore
they will be tried on your evidence
and sent to penal servitude. Which is
it to be?"
It was Iris who decided.
"I cannot bear to think of more lives
being sacrificed," she protested. "Per
haps if these men are treated merci
fully and sent to their homes after
some punishment their example may
serve as a deterrent to others."
So it was settled that way. The an
chor rattled up to its berth, and the
Orient turned her head toward Singa
pore. As she steadily passed away in
to the deepening azure the girl and her
lover watched the familiar outlines of
Rainbow island growing dim in the
evening light. For a long while they
could see Mir Jan's tall, thin figure
motionless on a rock at the extremity
of Europa point. Their hut, the reef,
the ledge, came into view as the cruis
er swung round to a more northerly
course.
Iris had thrown an arm across her
father's shoulders. The three were left
alone just then, and they were silent
for many minutes. At last the flying
miles merged the solitary palm beyond
the lagoon with the foliage on the cliff.
The wide cleft of Prospect park grew
less distinct. Mir Jan's white clothed
figure was lost in the dark background.
Tie island was becoming vague,
ireamlike, a blurred memory.
"Robert," said the girl devoutly,
"God has been very good to us. Do
you remember this hour yesterday?"
she murmured. "How we suffered from
thirst how the Dyaks began their sec
ond attack from the ridge how you
climbed down the ladder and I fol
lowed you? Oh, father, darling," she
went on impulsively, tightening her
grasp, "you will never know how brave
he was how enduring how he risked
all for me and cheered me to the end."
"I think I am beginning to under
stand now," answered the shipowner,
averting his eyes lest Iris should see
the tears in them. Their Calvary was
ended, they thought. Was it for him
to lead them again through the sorrow
ful way? It was a heartrending task
that lay before him. a task from which
his soul revolted. He refused even to
attempt it.
The explanation of the shipowner's
position was painfully simple. Being a
daring yet shrewd financier, he per
ceived in the troubled condition of the
far east a magnificent opportunity to
consolidate the trading influence of his
company. He negotiated two big loans,
one of a semiprivate nature to equip
docks and railways in the chief mari
time province of China, the other of a
more public character with the govern
ment of Japan. All his own resources,
together with those of his principal di
rectors and shareholders, were devoted
to these objects. Contemporaneously
he determined to stop paying heavy in
surance premiums on his fleet and
make it self supporting on the well
known mutual principle.
His vessels were well equipped, well
manned, replete with every modern im
provement and managed with great
commercial skill. In three or four
years, given ordinary trading luck, he
must have doubled his own fortune.
No sooner were all his arrangements
completed than three of his best ships
went down, saddling his company with
an absolute loss of nearly 600,000 and
seriously undermining his financial
credit. A fellow director, wealthy and
influential, resigned his seat on the
board and headed a clique of disap
pointed stockholders. At once the fair
sky became overcast.
Sir Arthur Deane's energy and finan
cial skill might have enabled him to
weather this unexpected gale were it
not for the apparent loss of his beloved
daughter with the crack ship of his
line. Half frenzied with grief, he bade
his enemies do their worst and allow
ed his affairs to get into hopeless con
fusion while he devoted himself wholly
to the search for Iris and her compan
ions. At this critical juncture Lord
Ventnor again reached his side. His
lordship possessed a large private for
tune and extensive estates. He was
prudent withal and knew how admi
rably the shipowner's plans would de
velop if given the necessary time. He
offered the use of his name and money.
He more than filled the gap created by
the hostile ex-director. People argued
that such a clever man, just returning
from the far east after accomplishing
a public mission of some importance,
must be a reliable guide. The mere
cabled intelligence of his intention to
join the board restored confidence and
credit.
But there was a bargain. If Iris
lived she must become the Countess of
Ventnor. His lordship was weary of
peripatetic lovemaking. It was high
time he settled down in life, took an
interest in the legislature and achieved
a position in the world of affairs. He
had a chance now. The certain success
of his friend's project, the fortunate
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completion of his own diplomatic un
dertaking, marriage with a beautiful
and charming womanthese items
Would consolidate his career. His heart
was set on Iris.
He seized the first opportunity that
presented itself to make Sir Arthur
Deane acquainted with a decision al
ready dreaded by the unfortunate ship
owner. Iris must either abandon her
Infatuation for Anstruther or bring
about the ruin of her father. There
was no mean.
"If she declines to become Countess
of Ventnor she can marry whom she
likes, as you will all be paupers to
gether," was the earl's caustic sum
ming up.
1 This brutal argument rather over
shot the mark. The shipowner's face
flushed with anger, and Lord Ventnor
hastened to retrieve a false step.
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